But there's nothing like trying.

Let me see.

The first occasion on which I chanced to note----" "Now see what you've done." David Nesbit fixed the unfortunate Reddy with a severe eye.
"I see," was Reddy's grim comment.

Picking up the idle mandolin that he had hastily deposited on Jessica's lap when he made his vengeful dash upon Hippy, he strummed it lightly.

"Why lug a mandolin along if no one intends to sing ?" he asked pointedly, ignoring Hippy's disrespectful reminiscences.
"Oh, very well." Promptly foregoing the will to gather data concerning Reddy's too-oft maligned Titian locks, Hippy began a lively warbling which had nothing in common with the tinkling melody of the mandolin.